Over the past few weeks, I have had a series of conversations about the meaning of life. Not quite literally, but discussions with people I love about meaning and purpose, about the right way to be on this earth. I don't have the answer and I never will, but I was reminded again of my favorite poem, which as a clear a statement of purpose as I am likely to ever find.

Late FragmentAnd did you get whatyou wanted from this life, even so?I did.And what did you want?To call myself beloved, to feel myselfbeloved on the earth.--Raymond Carver